I enjoy Least Green Celebrities lists. Actually, I love lists in general, celebrity or not, even though I take them all with a healthy grain of organic salt (because you know never what the list maker’s bias may be or where his information was obtained.) The latest one? Celebrity polluters.

This particular gem comes from What Car?. How “Britain’s biggest and best car buyer’s guide” managed to come up with a list of the ten biggest carbon spewing people who happen to be famous (complete with the average amount of CO2 per kilometer they emit) seems sketchy at best. But it still provides us something to think about.

There was a time not so long ago when the phrase “green music festival” would have instilled horror in eve the most ardent music lover. Images of face painting, Hacky Sacks and pan flutes (among other world music elements) pretty much fit my definition of purgatory. Luckily for us, green music has come a long way since its genesis on the (lunatic) fringe. Now that all the excitement about Coachella has died down, it’s time to check out the other green music festivals worth marking on this year’s calendar. Our friends at Ideal Bite have kindly complied a short list:

Poor Lexus. In what will surely become the stuff of legend, the luxury carmaker recently gifted Sir Paul McCartney the prestigious Lexus LS. That this 5 liter, V8 ‘hybrid’ only gets 19 mpg, is by the by. It’s the method Lexus delivered the car to the former Beatle that’s raising eyebrows.

Flying the Lexus LS the 5,966 miles from Tokyo to London via cargo plane led one enterprising journalist (and certified math freak) at gas2.org to calculate the car’s mpg whilst en route to Sir Paul’s garage. The result? An abysmal 4mpg. And that’s before the car even hits the open road. Obviously this wasn’t a malicious ploy by Lexus to screw the environment, rather a PR snafu almost as behemoth as the car itself. Continue Reading / Additional Photos / Videos

We Californians have had five years to come to grips with the fact that we have a triple threat (body builder/actor/businessman) as our head of state. His unique background has made for some colorful and contradictory behaviors. For example: he donates his $175,000 salary to charity but spends $38 million of his own money on a GulfStream IV jet; he wins a European Voice award for his Californian Global Warming Solutions Act of 2006, yet he flies his private jet back and forth between Los Angeles and Sacramento every day; he’s a Republican and yet his preferred method of transportation is private jet.

I personally couldn’t give a rat’s about who wins season seven of American Idol – saccharine covers of Celine Dion’s greatest hits equal ear murder, not must-watch-telly in my household. But I’m definitely in the minority. More people tune into this ratings monolith than voted in the last Presidential election. Let’s hope this time round, people are just as inspired about Barack (or Hilary) and John as they are David, David, Jason and Syesha.

But I digress. With the Idol finales around the corner, Fox Broadcasting Corp has made an interesting announcement. They’re going green. And not just in the money variety. The Murdoch-owned network is choosing renewable energy to power the two-night American Idol finale at L.A.’s Nokia theatre. Renewable power, including solar, wind and hydropower, will be provided by LA DWP’s “Green Power for a Green L.A. Program” to keep the carbon count down.

Say what you will about the often questionable morals or wardrobe choices of the many bright stars shining in the celebrity firmament — but when disaster strikes, you can usually count on some of Hollywood’s finest and classiest to rush to the front of the line to lend their support.

The skeptics are always quick to come back with “it’s easy for celebs to help… they’re rich.” But generosity has nothing to do with the size of your wallet; it’s all about whether or not it occurs to you to do something.

Paris Hiltons new dream car, the Porsche Cayenne hybrid. I have a big white car! I wish I knew the make and model, but I’ve lost the owner’s manual and the letters on the trunk have peeled off. Although, I’ve narrowed it down, using a unique process of finding people over the age of eighty who still drive. I’m 100% confident it’s some type of Oldsmobile or a 1996 Ford Taurus. That being said, I’m not your typical car guy.

I did have a brief love affair with automobiles as a child. I think all little boys do. I built models, wrecked matchbox cars, worshiped my Lamborghini poster, and hauled my lunch box filled with micro machines everywhere. Little boys’ minds are fueled on fantasies of fast cars, skipping showers and staying up late — a playful life with no strings attached. As a child, I dreamt of cruising in my Porsche, on my holiest birthday, scoring the head cheerleader, and blaring Wu Tang. Instead, sadly, I got my first white car, a Buick Le Sabre. Soon after, I broke up with my fantasy cherry Corvette, was involved in a domestic dispute with my yellow banana Lamborghini poster and had my heart broken by the fast and easy Porsche. From there, my prized matchbox collection ended up as small pieces of metal retired to collect dust in my childhood attic.

I am continually blown away by Thom York and Radiohead. Everything they do, they seem to do with such passion and simplicity. In a simple split screen video for their song All I Need, the guys give us a glimpse of two kids lives. One kid is living the typical western privileged life with all the luxury’s money can buy. Simple things like, a bedroom, a bed, clothing, good food, schools, the luxury of having fun. The other kid, is living the other type of life, the type kids live in poor over crowed 3rd world countries. He is growing up on the floor of a factory, assembling products and sleeping on a floor.

Maybe the not so lucky kids life will stay in the minds of Radiohead fans and making them more aware of buying free trade and green items. So one day all kids can have a good life, no matter where they happen to be born.

It’s been a not-so-great couple of news weeks for rocker Sting. First, an interview with wife Trudie Styler revealed that the eco public couple were “hypocrites” (her word) over their huge carbon footprint. And now, Sting’s almost 20-year-old rainforest charity is under intense media scrutiny for its large intake and “paltry” (the NY Post’s word) output.

It’s official: The Glass are a double threat. Not only are the boys from New York City, by way of Dublin, creating their own tunes, they’re also producing sought-after remixes for DJs to play around the globe.

Forget the cinematic tale of Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, here’s the real-life account of Mr. Edward Norton’s recent trip to the nation’s capital. The actor, director and producer (not to mention Yale graduate) testified earlier this week before the United States House of Representatives select committee on energy independence and global warming.

Norton, an Enterprise Community Partners Board trustee, environmental activist and proponent of affordable housing, asked Congress to make a commitment towards green building for low-income families. “Green and affordable must be one and the same and we need a national commitment,” said Norton. “Low-income people and communities suffer disproportionately from housing challenges, energy costs and the effects of climate change. We can make progress on all these issues, create green jobs and lock-in long-term environmental benefits by making green affordable homes a national priority.”

You know how it is with celebrities. We want what they have. Keira Knightley shops with a Anya Hindmarsh tote. Must own. Cameron Diaz buys a Prius in powder blue. Must drive. Brad Pitt volunteers in New Orleans. Must donate. Lindsay Lohan wears black spandex leggings for a month. Okay, we’re passing on that one. But you know what I’m saying: celebrities wield immense power to make us mere civilians suggestible to (almost) anything, even… exercise.

Who better to inspire us to hit the gym or ride a bike or something than Britney, Mario and Kim? And here are all the sweaty details. (Hooray — finally, some positive news surrounding Ms. Spears!) It seems the songstress of toxic fame (that’s a reference to one of her songs, I’m not just being mean) has impressed her trainer Marx Corliss with her dedication, shedding 15 pounds in four weeks by way of 500 abdominal exercises a day. Ouch. Well, that’s one way to burn off all those Starbucks beverages and Cheetos.